By: yenafer

Prompts: movies, run

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A/N: Happy Birthday miss Nina-bina - only you could get me to do this. Have a fabulous day! Welcome to my commune ;-) Jenn/yenafer/who knows?

Rose's house is always command central for our girls' nights out. I am so excited! We're going to dinner with a few other friends. The fair is in town so we're all off to the German Tent for some drinking and dancing; or dancing and drinking. Hell, it's the German Tent, we'll probably do both at the same time.

As soon as I pull up to the Rose's, house her three kids are out the door like a shot, yelling "Mom! Bella's here!" "Bella!" "Hey, butt-head!" This is tradition now it seems. The very first time I came over to meet her family after one or our half-marathon training runs, I was walking down the sidewalk with Rose when her little two-year-old stuck her head out the door and yelled "Bye butt-head!" Rose was mortified to say the least. Me, well I laughed my ass off the whole way home.

Her kids are so funny. They're always so excited to see me and tell me everything they've been doing since I saw them last, impatiently waiting their turn to tell and show me what they did.

Rose and Emmett have been married for almost 14 years. They have three kids: two girls and one boy. Emmett is exactly what I want in a guy. He loves her with everything he has and is an amazing dad. He gives Rose the freedom to be who she is and accepts all her friends and family into their life. He's been so patient with me and all my neediness during the past eight months. All the nights I needed to talk, including the late night texting with her, nights out sitting at the chocolate shop eating gelato, and now the nights out partying.

While we're waiting for Alice, I go to sit in the front room, talking with Emmett and the kids while Rose puts the finishing touches on her face. Alice arrives not long after. While the kids love me, their dog always goes after her. Not in a barking or aggressive way, more affectionately. Usually going after her legs and licking them. After walking in the door and being attacked by the dog, Alice proclaims "I don't like to be licked!" then quickly amends her statement to "Well that's not true, I do; in one spot ... or two." Rose comes out of the bathroom just in time to hear this and we all fall into fits of laughter. Alice quickly apologizes to Emmett for his having to hear that. Not that he won't be giving her shit every time he sees her from now on. With him being the only long-term guy or husband in our group, he hears way more than one man should have to endure.

Alice, like me, has no children and was married for too long to a guy who didn't respect her or their vows. After her last statement, Rose and I decide our mission tonight is to get her licked. Poor Emmett; too much information again...

We laugh a bit more at Alice's expense before we head over to pick up Angela. Her babysitter isn't coming until 6:00pm and she needs a ride home from Rose, who is always our designated driver.

Dinner is always a fun affair with these women. Tonight certainly is no exception. We fill Angela in on Project Kitty Lick. Our poor waiter, Chris-Tian, is subjected to quite a bit more detail than Emmett, though I'm sure he's more into 'rusty trombones' than our topic. We get into some pretty crass conversation. The level of debauchery is definitely increased after Angela shows us some texts from a guy she's been seeing. He sent her details of what he wanted to do to her. Details like wanting to kiss down her chest and lick her nipples to watch them harden. Kissing the insides of her thighs then grabbing her ass to pull her in closer so he can put his mouth and tongue everywhere. He wanted to look up to see her watching him. After we finished fanning ourselves she told us she deleted the really detailed ones. Guhhhh. We quickly decide we all need copies of these texts. He is definitely setting the bar high for us single girls.

After a delicious meal and lots of laughter we leave the restaurant. We all climb into Rose's Yukon to head over to the German Tent. I had mentioned to the girls on the ride over that I didn't want to be 'cute' anymore. I'm 33, right now 'cute' doesn't seem like such a compliment.

I have quite interesting experiences here. Many guys seem interested in our table. Whether it's me or one of the others in the group, they're very ... shall we say, attentive? One guy catches me staring, though it isn't in a good way. He's older, long-haired, and seemingly even longer-mustached. The kind that curls over your lip, ewww. I see him with a pile of beer foam on his 'stache then see him proceed to stick his tongue all the way out and around his upper lip to suck it off. He must have thought I was giving him the eye. He came over got right in my face and said "You're gorgeous." Um, thank you... I guess, weird stranger. And thank you for not calling me "cute."

A few guys are more relentless than others. A cute blond named Mike keeps swinging past the table, trying to get someone to dance. Rose keeps reminding me to expand my circle. All I need to do is make new friends. Friends, that's all. I can do that, right? I go out to dance with Mike. He's cute enough, a college graduate, and employed in management for a major sporting goods store. All more qualities than my ex can claim.

I'm quickly stolen away by another guy, Edward. He is such a good dancer. Sings to me as we danced. He's so funny too; he continues telling jokes, really making me laugh. I really want him to ask for my number. After our dance I go back to the table, deflated, without giving my number out. He never asks.

At closing time, Mike comes back to the table to talk to us. He really seems clueless about how to talk to girls because he talks to me about fitness. He must still be in work mode, trying to sell exercise equipment. I think I dumbfound him when I tell him I run half-marathons. He spends a lot of time after that just talking to Rose and Angela and I wonder if they're giving him my history. He turns his attention to me and asks me for my number, not even trying to engage me in conversation, just blurting it out. So not smooth, but I'm lonely and per Rose's advice, determined to make new friends. Everyone I know can be traced back to my ex-husband. I give in and hand Mike my phone number.

As soon as we leave we're tailed by Edward and his group of friends. We stand by our vehicle for nearly half an hour, talking and laughing. It turns out he knows Rose. Last year, their kids were in preschool together. Their kids start up again in September. She's unsure of his status, and no one asks. I, as shy as I am, leave most of the conversation to Rose. Alas, they leave with no phone number exchange.

We pile into the Yukon to go have pie at the local all-night diner. As soon as we leave the parking lot, I receive a text from Mike. I figure what the hell and answer him back.

A few days and many texts later, Mike and I agree to get together to watch movies. He brings a few out after work one evening and to tell you the truth, I can't even remember what happens in the movie. He's such a good kisser and it's been so long, so incredibly long since I'd even had a good make-out.

I'm a little put-off by some of the comments he makes as things progress. I really start to wonder how much experience he has had. At one point he tells me "I want to bang you so bad!" It takes all I have to not laugh in his face. Who says that? Next he says "Do you want to just keep your bra on?" Seriously? What's wrong with this guy? Don't all men want unencumbered access to the boobage? I know it's been awhile for me, but no one, NO ONE has ever requested I keep my bra on. Things cool down a bit shortly after that, I apologized for letting things get as far as they did and he goes home. I have to ask myself if this is normal. Do I really want to be out in the dating scene if this is what it's like? But he's such a good kisser. He had to have just been nervous. Yes, that's it. We really were rushing into a physical relationship anyhow.

A few days later, after conversations that I'm not a one-nighter, Mike comes over again. We skip the movie and go straight for the making out. Man, he really is a great kisser. I'm not sure I've ever been kissed like this, even when I was married. Mike really knows how to make my insides turn to goo with merely his mouth on mine. So I decided to break out the goods. All his previous odd comments aside, surely there has to be greatness where all that amazing kissing comes from.

Things really start to heat up after my mini-revelation. I really, really need to have sex. If it's with Mike, so be it.

His hands start to wander to my pants and I let him unzip them to pull them off. He stands to pull off my pants and then removes his own. As he kneels back down on the couch he tells me not to look. My senses spike. I tell him no, I really need to look so I know what he's going to do. You know how when you see something unpleasant, obnoxious or repulsive you can't look away? Well this whole experience became something akin to it. Except for the fact that I was a part of it. A participant in the objectionable.

Of course, I don't stop anything. I keep moving forward. We have progressed to the point that the condom is on when he says "It would really suck if I got you pregnant."

"No, that wouldn't be good," I say to him, when in my head I'm thinking "Yes, dumbass, it would."

Then he brings out the big one. "Your cunt is so dry, I can't get in."

Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Hold up!

"What did you just say? If it's the 'c' word, you NEVER say that to a girl. Especially when you are about to have sex with her. Also, it's not dry, you are just in the wrong spot."

Alarms are blaring in my head. I'm thinking, what the HELL are you doing? Things will get better. He's just nervous, you just reprimanded him for using a foul word. Once he gets in, all will be great.

Um, no. He still can't get it in. After repeated attempts, I push him onto his back and take matters into my own hands. Good lawd, I know where to put it.

Well, that certainly wasn't worth my time. Great, now I'm all worked up and he doesn't seem to know how to finish things off.

I think, wait. I know I would have been better off without. I really don't think he has ever had sex before. Let alone been with anyone in any sort of intimate situation. Really, who says these things? My take on it is too many poorly written pornos.

We clean up and lie in bed. He snuggles up and quickly goes to sleep. I lie there, and lay there and lay there. Sleep would not come. I kept replaying this comedy of errors in my head. He awoke a few times, "Are you sleeping?"

Shit, I thought I was playing possum better than that. "No."

"Why aren't you sleeping Bella?"

"This isn't something I normally do Mike. Truthfully, it didn't work out very well."

"You were married, you had a lot of sex."

"Yes, Mike. I was married. We did have sex."

"You're probably just tired of sex, from having too much of it."

No words. This guy has got to be one of a kind. Really? Too much? I'm in my early 30's. In my prime. I've not had sex in a year and a half. There is no such thing as too much or being sick of it. Really, he's 26! Give me another 26 year old male that thinks there such a thing. Blasphemy!

He snuggles up again and whispers "I really wish the morning wouldn't come." All I can think of is how much work is going to suck. I haven't slept a wink. Morning comes and I'm dragging ass horribly. Mike leaves trying to tell me how it was my fault the sex wasn't good. Okaaaay, whatever you need to tell yourself.

Thursday .... no word from Mike. Wondering what his deal is. I'm too tired from being up all night. He must be tired too.

Friday .... still no word from Mike. He has to be embarrassed. I did reprimand him for using foul language.

Saturday .... Finally word from Mike. I get a text.

Would you be willing to try again?

I don't think so.

Why? I thought we were going somewhere

Where was that? You can't leave a girl hanging after that nightmare

I don't think it was a nightmare

Probably because you got something out of it

Can I come over and see you

No, Mike.

My phone suddenly begins to ring. I'm ready to go off on Mike – I told him no – when I see it's a number I don't recognize.

I answer, "Hello?"

"Ahem, Bella?"

"Yes, this is she."

"Oh! Hi. I got your phone number from Rose."

"Okay," I drew out the vowels.

"This is Edward. I met you at the Fair. Do you remember?"

Shit.